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Yo - who hold guns and rock ice bigger than
Got bitches throwin drawers on stage - that ain't me!
I raise kids, whips, piss an mc
Love money like I love my
Love my nigga com sense when he bang all up in they wallets
Wall to wall bullshit I got hardwood
Set sail for tour ever eighty-nine
So y'all are fuckin the same who used to be mine

And I've waitin three summers to rhyme longside my people
Rico, de la, inject you the lethal
Dose of hop-hippin if you catash was slippin
put that drink down, you drunk off what you sippin
Catash put the dip in dip dive
Fuck with me and next you'll find yo' crib burglarized

Yo you better and try to analyze this
Hand over fist - how can a man act a bitch?
and switch, snitch on his crew
Yo get rid of the niggaz the same thing happen to you

And they'll your ass sticky like glue
Blood leakin out, girls freakin out, motherfuckin cops out
Got you on your knees like a freak, jugglin nuts
Smugglin these cuts s.c., you best be-
-lieve no web or leave a net
We swallowed 40 bottles of threat, yo

all together

What you know about my (my writes)
What you know about weak, what's tight?
And what you know about an off (uhh)
What you know about frontin for the light?
And what you know them gun fights? (gun fights)
Got a nigga duckin them girls show fright
What you about my writes? (my writes)
Ah what you know about my (my writes)

Yeah, yeah,
I'm samson without delilah, the soul
The drunk driver that rolls straight, take the whole
it up with the family, wash it down with alcohol
My telly's a eagle for all the fuckin shots I called
My niggaz gotta ball, never settle for
Heavy metal, heavy on yo' chest two breasts
Step into my office cause it's time for you to somethin
One false move, and we gon' beat you you stole somethin

Yo these I kick should be called ? ? rap
the pussy out the nigga after my prize, cause I want it
They stomach what I throw, they know I'm right for they
They flow keeps the party real quiet (shhhhh)
The love I lost the rhymes I gain
But the fact that I 'em makes me cherish the name
So pass the mic so I can put in my
I rip it from to l.a.
With flights to rip it elsewhere

Drinkin up & tan in the back of a van
I learned as a man - long trip, piss in a can
a house for two grand, now you got your own land
Let your mind expand, everyday have a
Ro-gram is rare earth, swingin black
You got to with the cards dealt in yo' hand
Stay like peter pan, like sly, take a stand
And go uptown saturday night like

I keep it dirty under the bed (dirty)
Dirty like uncle aiyyo, (? ? ) (? ? )
Dirty brown likwit thicker than the yoo-hoo
you dishin out, chef tellin it all
Face in the dirt, doin my dirty work
Expert, tryin to my network
Head jerk, spice it with rice, stick it
If they ask who cut the i'ma say e-swift did it

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And I've known to get it on, past the break of the dawn
Tash'll punch you in your and leave "potholes in yo' lawn"
(c'mon!) you makin diss spit that rhyme my way
I can shut y'all niggaz like the y-2-k
I did a tour in ninety-four de la soul and tribe
We on the same vibe, real niggaz coincide
("right-right-right..") the situation is
But see songs these is why this album goin classic

This is for the dj, bring it one time
I drop bombs like when my told me to rhyme
I'm - old like my dad is
So add this, to your collect', won - who the baddest?

Aiyyo we theme park status, upstage these like gladys
Them little pips, they done the wire
Blamin they legs, while I'm claimin these
In this stay down like seats found in sorority bathrooms

Yeah - we flat out classic, seperate the real the plastic
And I say no names
no games, hit the switches, crack the frame
Show no or fuck it all up, take the blame
Brand name fresh out the box hustle
Manpower success is mind over
Grind til the wheels off, accept the loss
I never soft, whatever the cost, addicted to floss
Nailed to the cross it's time to
My only is makin sure that hollywood burn,
Hollywood burn, to the ground, trick-ass niggaz
Is all up in the and don't deserve to be down

Four bottle rap, the cap and kick back
De la, and tha liks came to get that
And what you know about us ya
And leavin you with half a face like the of the opera?

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[chorus
Ah what you about my writes? (my writes)
Ah what you know my writes? (my writes)

You got the right to shut the up! {*laughing*}